A few years ago, we had an injured sandhill crane stop by our place. Unfortunately, it eluded us to it’s detriment–fairly certain it was eaten by our resident red fox when it ran off into our forest. 🫤

You can take the girl out of Nebraska, but you can’t take the love of all things Nebraska out of her! One of the staples of Nebraska are sandhill cranes, which gather by the thousands every year in Nebraska. I would recognize their trilling call anywhere, so imagine my delight when I first heard them migrating over Indiana skies. What a treat to have a piece of my childhood drift overhead every spring and autumn. 🥰

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